First is the Worst

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First Is the Worst
Author: nyctophobia76
Pairing: Viggorli
Rating: NC-17
Beta: alliwantisanelf.  All remaining mistakes are mine. 
Summary: I recently read an old challenge, and decided to write a fic about it.  Viggo and Orlando went on a date, and now Orlando is ignoring Viggo. 
Feedback: WELCOME!  My first fic needs first feedback.  Please.
Disclaimer: They are their own persons.  I just like to pretend that I can manipulate them. 

    Orlando was ignoring him.  Again.  Viggo no longer knew what to do.
    He and Orlando had gone out once the week before.  Viggo had thought that it would be more than a one time thing, but Orlando had avoided him ever since.  He had no idea what could have gone wrong.  Sure, they had both been drunk, but Orlando had always flirted with him, and he hadn’t objected when Viggo leaned over and kissed him.  But when he’d woken up the next morning, it was to an empty bed and a headache.  Orlando had left a glass of water and two aspirin on the nightstand table, the only testament to him having been there.  
    Whenever he tried to talk to Orlando, he was brushed off.  The tension between them was bleeding into the filming.  Legolas and Aragorn were supposed to be brothers-in-arms, but Orlando seemed uncomfortable every time he even stood near Viggo, so Legolas was at least ten feet away in every shot.  
    Viggo liked Orlando.  He wanted their friendship back.  He was tired of the disregard.  Viggo was friendly with everyone on set.  He liked simplicity; anger made everything infinitely more complicated, and Orlando’s skittishness was making everyone uneasy.  
    He had no idea who to talk to except Ian.  He knew Ian and Orlando were close.  Hopefully, Orlando had told Ian why he was so upset.  Viggo resolved to talk to him as soon as they were done shooting.  He wanted this fixed.  
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    “Hey, Ian!”  Viggo panted as he caught up to the older man. “Do you have a few minutes?  I’d like to talk to you.”  
    “I’m assuming it’s about Orlando.”
    “Yes,” Viggo admitted.  “I don’t know what’s going on between us.  We went out, and now I suddenly don’t exist.”  
    “What happened?  Orlando told me a little bit about your date, but he seemed very reluctant to talk.”
    Viggo thought back.  “We had a great time at dinner, but we drank a lot.  I think we were both nervous about what was going to happen.  I invited him back to my place, and we ended up having sex, but he seemed sort of…passive?  I don’t know how else to describe it.”  At the time it had been a major turn on, having such a bouncy, energetic young man at his mercy, submitting quietly.  Now it seemed unnatural, at odds with what he knew about the younger man.  
    Ian raised an eyebrow.  “I think you should go talk to Orlando.  He’s not the slut that gossip makes him out to be.”  
    “He told me he wasn’t a virgin. Do you think he would have lied?”
    “I don’t know anything for sure, and even if I did, I wouldn’t betray Orlando’s trust like that.  Talk to him Viggo.  It’s starting to affect everyone on set.”
    Viggo nodded.  “I know.  Thank you, Ian.”   
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    “Hi, Orlando.  Miranda.”  
    He was with her again. It was as if he was determined to prove to everyone that he was straight, that the date had been a fluke.  She obviously relished Orlando’s company and hesitant flirting.  Hers was more obvious; she was constantly touching him.  She smiled at Viggo.  
    “Hey, Vig.  We were just discussing the possibility that after Aragorn brushes Eowyn off, maybe she went to the elves for comfort.  Rather comely, aren’t they?”  Her eyes raked up and down Orli’s figure, smiling at his bright red face.
    Viggo attempted a smile.  “Orlando, could I talk to you?  I want to discuss a scene.”  
    Miranda took the hint to leave, hugging Orli good-bye, pressing her body against his.  He squeezed back, though not as enthusiastically, Viggo noted.  
    As soon as she was gone, Orlando tensed up, shifting his weight from side-to-side and fiddling with his hands.  “Viggo, could we do this later?  I’m kinda hungry ‘cause I forgot to eat breakfast this morning, and I think that there may be a cereal bar floating around somewhere in the Cuntebago….” Orlando was beginning to babble nervously.  
    “No,” Viggo said firmly.  “We need to talk.  Now.”
    “Okaaay.”  Orli obviously thought this was a very bad idea.  Viggo looked around before dragging the younger man with him to a more private area.  “So, what scene did you want to discuss?” Orli asked tentatively.  
    Viggo cleared his throat.  “Why have you been avoiding me ever since we slept together?”
    “I’m not!”
    Viggo looked at Orlando, incredulously.  “You are.”
    Orlando started to fidget again.  “It’s just…I dunno.  It wasn’t what I’d expected, you know?”
    Viggo stared for a few seconds before asking gently, “Orlando.  Were you lying when you said you weren’t a virgin?”
    “No! Course not.”  
    Viggo stared a few more seconds before Orli broke.  “I’d been with another guy before.  A one night stand of sorts.  We shagged, and I didn’t really get anything out of it, so I figured it just wasn’t for me.  Then you came along, and it felt like more than pure lust, so I figured what the hell, I’ll give it another shot.”  Orlando’s voice got quieter.  “But I guess it really isn’t for me.  I mean, I know it feels good for some guys, but the best I’ve ever felt is uncomfortable.”  
    “Jesus, Orlando.  Why didn’t you tell me?”
    Orlando glared incredulously at Viggo.  “You know what a fucking lightweight I am!  I was completely rat-arsed.  I could barely put two words together.  You could’ve asked.”  
    “Yes, but you said-“
    Orlando interrupted him.  “Look.  Let’s just forget it.  Whatever, yeah?”  He ran a tired hand through his mohawk.  “I’m fine.  You’re fine.  We can still be friends, and I’m sorry for ignoring you.  I was being a total git.  It was really childish, and that night wasn’t completely your fault.  I probably should have said something during dinner.  It’s cool, Viggo. We’ll be cool.”  
    He was going to walk away, and Viggo knew that their relationship would be ruined. The ease that had previously existed between the two of them would be gone forever.  “Wait!” he blurted out.  
    Orli stopped, turned, and raised a questioning eyebrow.  “Yeah?”  
    Viggo wasn’t exactly sure what to say, he hadn’t thought that far ahead.  “It doesn’t have to be like that.”  
    Orli sighed.  “Viggo…,” he began.  
    “Please, Orli.  Just try once more.  And then if you still feel the same way, I’ll never mention it again.”  Viggo couldn’t believe that it had been such a discomforting experience for Orlando.  He’d always prided himself on being giving and pleasing his lovers.  Sex was supposed to be enjoyable; he didn’t want Orlando giving up such a wonderful experience because he’d been an ass.  
    Orli bit his lip.  “I really liked you, Vig. That’s the only reason I’m considering this.”  
    “You can say stop anytime.  I just want to make this right.”  
    Orlando thought it over, “Alright.”
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    “Oh my god, Viggo.  Stop.  I’m going to explode!”  Orlando’s brown eyes were black with lust.  His hands gripped the sheets, threatening to tear them apart.  Viggo had told him to keep them there to let Viggo worship him like he should have before.  
    He’d spread kisses and licks everywhere, except where Orlando wanted them.  Viggo looked up from Orlando’s stomach where his tongue had been alternating between fucking Orlando’s bellybutton and tracing the tattoo that lay so close by.  
    If he’d known how vocal Orli was, he’d have known for sure that something was wrong that night.  Orli was begging- pleading- for Viggo to touch him.  And even though the incoherent cries were driving him crazy, he stopped like Orli had asked.  He gazed at Orlando, who was panting for breath.  “Do you really want me to stop?” Viggo asked, his voice husky.   
    Orlando shivered.  “God damn it, Viggo.  Do something!  Anything!  Touch me, fuck me, whatever you want.  Just let me come!”  
    Viggo smiled widely.  “Oh, I will, but not yet.  Now watch.  And remember, no touching.”  
    Orlando nodded.  Viggo reached for the lube on the nightstand table and coated his fingers.  He’d decided to show Orlando how good bottoming could be.  He slid one finger inside himself, watching Orlando’s incredulous face.  He moved it in and out, until he felt ready for another.  He crooked his fingers, looking for his prostate, moaning when he found it.  As he stretched himself, he swiped over his sweet spot occasionally, watching the lust on Orlando’s face grow at each of his moans.  
    “Do you want to feel this?” he asked.  
    “Yeah.  Please.”  
    Viggo handed the lube to Orlando, who coated his index finger.  “Alright, now slide your finger in.”  Orlando looked nervous, but determined.  His finger slipped in, and Viggo fought back a moan.  “Feel around for a small bump,” he told the younger man.  He could feel Orlando probing; the small differences in movement between his own fingers and Orlando’s made him shudder.  Viggo let out a cry as Orlando’s finger brushed over his prostate.  
    “Is that it?” Orlando asked.  
    “Yes,” Viggo managed to gasp out.  Orlando kept touching the spot, watching as Viggo’s cock jerked each time.  
    When he was ready, he pulled out their fingers, and positioned himself over Orlando's cock.  He pushed downward, watching Orlando’s amazed face.  The brunette was obviously trying to hold back and not thrust into Viggo immediately. The older man smiled, “No need to hold back.”  
    “You’re so tight.  I don’t want to hurt you.”  
    “You won’t.  Promise.”  Viggo clenched his muscles.  Orlando groaned and pushed upward, hitting Viggo’s sweet spot directly.  The man bit his lip to hold back the whimper that threatened to escape.  As Orlando continued to stimulate that spot continuously, Viggo let go, and the two men’s growls, moans, and groans resounded throughout the room.
    Orlando’s eyes glazed over with pleasure, and he rolled the two of them over so that he was on top of Viggo.  Viggo let out a short cry as Orli’s thrusts became harder, penetrating deeper.  “Orlando!  Shit!  I’m going to come.”
    Orlando reached down and grabbed Viggo’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.  In no time, Viggo felt himself on the edge of orgasm.  Viggo’s cock erupted, coating Orlando’s hand with white fluid.  Viggo’s muscles contracted around Orlando’s length, and he screamed as he came inside Viggo.  
    They rolled apart, panting, trying to catch their breath, the sweat cooling on their bodies.  “Oh,” Orlando finally said.  “Wow, Viggo.  That was bloody amazing.”  
     “Yeah.  It was.”
    Silence reigned, both men trying to come to grips with what had happened. Orlando didn’t know if he was supposed to get his clothes on and leave.  He hoped not.  Was it rude to ask?  Fuck it, he thought.  “Can I stay?” he asked softly.  
    Viggo leaned on one elbow to look at him.  “Please do,” he said, with a soft smile.
    Orlando smiled back.  “Good.  And tomorrow, I want you to make me moan.  I want to feel you inside me.”  
    Viggo laughed.  “Oh, Elf Boy, you will.  I promise.”
FIN